I'm not a very big Pinterest user. I have fits where I go and pin three dozen near-identical home project ideas that I will never look at again, and then I go so long without logging in that both my browser and my brain have completely forgotten my password. Twitter gives me anxiety, Facebook makes me depressed, Pinterest is why I have a dozen dead succulents in my kitchen.
Jason, on the other hand, freaking loves Pinterest and regularly falls down the wormhole, texting me link after link of things he is TOTALLY gonna build/cook/make/whatever. And a couple times he maybe actually did!
(Still waiting on a patio table, console table, bathroom shelves, shiplap bedroom wall, and backyard treehouse.)
Anyway, once upon a time and several hundred bottles of wine ago, he came across a tutorial for making a bathmat out of wine corks. Wow, that looks really cool! And seems pretty easy, especially because step one is literally to just drink a ton of wine to collect the corks. WELL I FOR ONE AM SOLD.
And so we began saving wine corks. From nice bottles, special bottles, crappy bottles. We'd order wine at a restaurant and I'd snatch the cork from the waiter's hands because I needed it. For reasons! We'd go to a friend's house for dinner and be like, "Wow, cool cork, can we keep it?"
We filled up several vases' worth of wine corks over time, and displayed them on our mantel so we could look at them every day and mutter something about needing to make that stupid bathmat already.
Step two involved splitting the corks in half (so there would be more surface area for the adhesive, in theory solving the problem of wobbly round wine corks popping off left and right). This was...more challenging than anticipated, took absolutely forever and involved a very sharp knife and thus resulted in SEVERAL finger injuries. So much bloodshed. Over a bathmat.
I was super-duper meticulous about cork placement, lining them up perfectly by size and design and making sure we didn't have too many duplicates too close to each other (we drink a lot of Mark West Pinot Noir apparently ). Jason watched me for awhile and then accused me of overthinking our bathmat.
He took over piping the adhesive while I followed behind with corks. It did go a little faster this way.
Step four is to trim down the shelf liner and realize you've slaved over a thing that your dogs will probably eat and/or your cats will scratch up.
Step five is that there is no step five. Congratulations! You now have a bathmat.
And it only took us two years and like $700 worth of wine. Thanks Pinterest!